Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

Song Huai didn't ask him why he fell in love with architecture. The two tacitly exposed Lin Huiyin and didn't discuss this again.

After Song Huai was called away by the class monitor because of something, Meng Xi sat in his seat and pondered for a long time, but he was still not sure, so he went to Tang De with the paper.

Although Don Quixote is no longer their class teacher, he is still one of their teachers. Hearing Meng Xi said that he wanted him to help approve the composition, he took the answer sheet without saying a word.

He looked down at the circles on the test paper, and there was a bright red score of 52 in the upper left corner, so he smiled, "Ms. Song has corrected it?"

Teacher Song was naturally teasing Song Huai.

Meng Xi nodded embarrassedly.

"It turned out that I was dissatisfied with Mr. Song's grading, okay, let me take a look for you."

Tang De nodded, picked up the test paper and read it silently, and then thought for a few minutes, "My score is similar to that of Song Huai, but I can give you 54. I read your article, the dragon head and the tail pig belly, three The sample is quite complete. The structure is also quite beautiful, but the middle is a bit procrastinated, and the rhythm is not well grasped. In addition, some quotations and examples are relatively biased. points), the marking teachers are generally not too strict, and give more points if they can give more points. In addition, the beginning of the paragraph and the end of the summary should be written in a smart and beautiful way. Teachers generally do not grade the papers too carefully. Look at your beginning first. and the ending, and seeing that your thinking and structure are clear, and your writing is not bad, this score is almost stable."

Tang De still attached great importance to this student who counterattacked all the way, and talked about how to optimize his areas. After the lecture, he drank his saliva and joked: "How is it, what did Teacher Song say?"

"It's almost the same as what you said." Meng Xi hesitated, but finally asked, "Song Huai said that Lin Huiyin's selection is more dangerous, and suggested that I use a versatile character. You... What do you think?"

"Lin Huiyin's is a bit biased, but generally speaking, it's okay, not unusable."

Tang De patted him on the shoulder, gradually put away his smile, and said seriously, "Is there any material character that can't be used? Someone wrote about Mao the year before last, someone wrote about Zhou last year, Lin Huiyin is all, and everyone in the examination room wrote Besides, if a marking teacher sees Lin Huiyin and can only think of gossip about her, then I think this teacher is also incompetent.”

These words are equivalent to giving Meng Xi a shot in the arm.

"Besides, that boy Song Huai told you not to write about controversial topic characters..."

As Tang De said, he rummaged through a stack of papers and lesson plans for a long time, finally found a printed sample composition, and slapped it on the table, "Look, didn't he write about Hitler?"

What subject matter can be used for Hitler?There are no composition questions about peace and war recently?

Meng Xi subconsciously glanced at the question, then was startled.

This is the test paper of the last senior year, that is, the time the senior sister jumped off the building. Later, Tang De sent it to them to do it, and they even looked at the question and sighed.

Not for anything else, just because the composition title is: bright colors.

When Meng Xi got it, the first thing he thought of was that the senior jumped off the building. In that exam, he was an argumentative essay contestant, and he tried the narrative for the first time.

Bright colors are also the colors of life.

That time the teacher gave him a very high score, 60, which was the highest since he wrote the essay, and even replaced Song Huai's quota of sample essays, distributing brochures for the whole grade instead of him.

Therefore, Meng Xi also failed to see what Song Huai wrote in that composition.

He was suddenly a little nervous, wiped his sweat on his trousers, and picked up Song Huai's test paper.

Song Huai's handwriting is as timeless and beautiful as ever, and his strokes start and end very neatly, but they are not artificial.At first glance, it looks good-looking and neat, without any dyslexia.

This is why Chinese teachers prefer to print his compositions.

Good-looking words can also motivate students in the class, can't they?

Meng Xi read the beginning first, and was suddenly a little surprised.

Song Huai didn't let him write more narration and discussion, but he himself was able to write in this composition.

He is completely different from other people's trilogy structure of "what is color, why is there color, what to do to have/the meaning of color", the structure adopted...

Meng Xi couldn't say it, it seemed to be progressive, but it didn't look like it.

Song Huai used two-thirds of the space to narrate and discuss what colors are. They are the bright skirts of medieval women, the blood in the body of the Taj Mahal craftsman's wife, the thick black smoke from the Industrial Revolution, and the The gray portrait of Hitler is the picture of the concentration camp being killed by pressing the pause button, the scales of fish scales refracted in the stinky ditch of the impoverished alley, the smog of countless skies, and the leftover after the bicycle tire was punctured. Ugly little black hole.

He used a lot of metaphors, irony, and allusions, such as the famous slogan in "1984", war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength.Eloquently wrote half a sheet of paper.

Meng Xi flipped back and saw the last part. He still insisted on the theme of what color is, and only wrote at the end of the last sentence:

"The world has no color, and the colors captured by the naked eye only reflect people's hearts."

Meng Xi looked at the last sentence and didn't speak for a long time.

What an ingenious, yet grim point of view.

"You also found out." Tang De said helplessly, "This kid is a bit paranoid, and a bit radical."

"His arguments are very skillful. Every time he throws out what a color is, he immediately overturns it. It seems that life is just an endless wheel behind the society. In his eyes, the feast of civilization and the collapse of buildings are just cycle."

Tang Dedao, "When this composition came out, the first teacher only scored 43 points. After I saw the score, I felt something was wrong. After reading it, I held a grade group again and gave him a new score. The one who gave him a score The teacher felt that his entire composition was full of gloomy tones, and the structure was relatively simple; some teachers felt that he only depicted the colors of the world in a neutral way, and that every level in it was wonderful..."

"Finally, we agreed to remove the highest score and the lowest score, and gave him a comprehensive score of 56."

Meng Xi's throat tightened.

This should also be the lowest composition score in Song Huai's life history.

"Song Huai, a student, has always been a good seed that the teachers pay more attention to. He is very good. I wanted to say it before. In addition to his natural intelligence, he has a set of learning ability, logical thinking, and flexible memory. My own learning method is efficient and fast.”

Tang De paused, struggled for a long time, swallowed back what he wanted to say, and only smiled, "This kid has a wide range of knowledge, and it is rare to see him use materials over and over again when correcting compositions. Hua, this is an eternal truth..."

"You ordinary students' knowledge and understanding are not up to his perverted level. It is too strict for him to ask you according to his standards."

Tang De pushed his glasses and said, "Well, if you encounter any controversial issues in the future, feel free to ask me, and you don't have to say what Mr. Song says. It is also a good thing to raise doubts occasionally and have a rebellious spirit. thing."

"...Okay, thank you teacher."

When Meng Xi came out of the office, Tang De had taken back Song Huai's paper, but every word and every sentence was recorded in his mind very clearly.

The teacher who marked the paper for the first time was right, Song Huai's entire composition was full of hidden violence and gloom.

It is not so much writing a composition as it is venting.

This reminded him of the point where Tang De suddenly stopped. He always had an intuition that what Tang De wanted to say but didn't say at the time was exactly the same as he thought.

Meng Xi glanced at the time subconsciously, it was 02:30 in the afternoon.

There was a sudden sound of light footsteps, and Song Huai took his arm from behind and pulled him into his arms, his tone sounded very relaxed, "What's the matter? What are you doing standing here?"

"..."

Meng Xi came back to his senses and found a reason to prevaricate, "Old Tang just asked me to chat about Chinese."

Song Huai didn't know what he had just experienced, but he seemed to be in a good mood. He raised his hand and rubbed Meng Xi's head, "Chinese is nothing important. The score can't be improved, just keep performing normally and steadily. By the way, voa Are you silent?"

"Hmm, it's silent."

Meng Xi raised his head, and Song Huai seemed to have grown taller again. He raised his head, and his eyes could just see the tip of his chin.

She became thinner, lost her youthful youthfulness, and gradually became more mature.

That composition was written by Song Huai after participating in the preliminaries last semester. At that time, they wanted to improve their scores and score high, and they were under a lot of pressure. It should not be surprising that they could write such a composition.

After months of tempering, now...it should be different.

Meng Xi felt a little relieved. He raised his face and asked with a smile, "What happened? You are so happy."

Song Huai hummed and looked at him with a smile, "It's a good thing."

If you don't say it, you can't say it now.

Meng Xi didn't ask too much, "Would you like to eat hot pot to celebrate that night?"

Song Huai raised his eyebrows, "Isn't today Monday?"

"Tian Xiaojuan told me," Meng Xi told him in a low voice, "Last time someone was driving drunk in the southwest corner and hit a utility pole next to the wall. The camera was also broken, and the school has never been repaired. We can go out from there."

"Okay, good student, you can't memorize vocabulary, but you can learn bad things very quickly."

Song Huai seemed to be in a really good mood. He scratched his nose and said, "Brother please."

"Bah... the underage high school students should show some face."

Talking and laughing all the way, Meng Xi suddenly realized that it was already September.

September in the golden autumn is also the day when Song Huai enters the Mathematical Olympiad League.

The author has something to say: My brother is about to face a storm, so I will light some wax for you.